Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.